_Dame._ So am I, Lady Handy.
_Ash._ Don't ye take it unkind I han't a buss'd thee yet--meant no
slight indeed. [_Kisses her._
_Lady H._ Oh! shocking! [_Aside._
_Ash._ No harm I do hope, zur.
_Sir Abel._ None at all.
_Ash._ But dash it, Lady Nelly, what do make thee paint thy vace all
over we rud ochre zoo? Be it vor thy spouse to knaw thee?--that be the
way I do knaw my sheep.
_Sir Abel._ The flocks of fashion are all marked so, Farmer.
_Ash._ Likely! Drabbit it! thee do make a tightish kind of a ladyship
zure enow.
_Dame._ That you do, my lady! you remember the old house?
_Ash._ Aye; and all about it, doant ye? Nelly! my lady!
_Lady H._ Oh! I'm quite shock'd--Susan, child! prepare a room where I
may dress before I proceed to the castle. [_Exit_ SUSAN.
_Enter_ HANDY, _jun._
_Handy, jun._ I don't see Susan--I say, Dad, is that my mamma?
_Sir Abel._ Yes--speak to her.
_Handy, jun._ [_Chucking her under the chin_] A fine girl, upon my soul!
_Lady H.
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